It's the same star I saw in the east <br />behind the curtains of sunlight it moved to west <br />at the dawn it invited me for the worship of an unseen <br />at the dusk it looked lonely for some time <br />but soon it removed its scarf from its head <br />the sky became a beach in a full moonlight <br />with her I saw countless maids in swimming costumes <br />I asked her it were you who invited me to the unseen <br />now with millions of twinkling companions <br />and a naughty moon leading a caravan of love <br />what for you are inviting me in a wet night? <br />The clouds rushed to the scene and hid the beach <br />no moon, no stars, but her love went out of control <br />and showered on earth, <br />showered on me, <br />showered on my beloved. <br />Thunders of clouds angrily roared, <br />the message of a morning star was love of the souls <br />the message of evening star is love of instincts <br />that was worship of a morning <br />and this is the worship of a rainy night. <br />Look at her she is completely exposed in the rains, <br />She will remove your pains <br />and the rains will wash out all the stains. <br />The evening star invited me for the worship of a seen.\n\nAkhtar Jawad<br /><br />https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-evening-star-12/
